lines stole and deranged

[Silas Thorne]

Everything that corrupts, corrupt it absolutely!

They stamp on me, that sometime did me eat.

Because I would not stop for Death, he severed me like Farinelli's testicles.

Many things can tempt me from this craft of verse,
a beer with mates, some zombies, or the Spanish inquisition.

[blp]

The women come and go, talking of John Galliano.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I,
Unable to decide, sat down and cried.

[Silas Thorne]

'damn, can't change the thread name even though it exists with an error!' he says in soliloquoy

[Silas Thorne]

ah yes, did it.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
how I wonder what you are
in the forests of the night
like a diamond in the sky.

[Silas Thorne]

She walks in booties, like the night
before last.

[firefangled]

It is an ancient mariner
and he stops to take a pee.
Lack thee land legs, ye grey-beard loon?
Eftsoons he pees on me.

[firefangled]

I’m going out to clean the esplanade;
I’ll stab the paper wraps of candy bars
(and toss a Coke can back at passing cars):
There’s cans enough for both, you come too.

[firefangled]

When you are old and grey and fallen out of bed,
and you can't get up, take down this book,
and slowly read, as is your way, of Life Alert
press softly and softly crawl to the ringing phone.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
I posed myself a little query:
How far could I stretch these rhymes
and repeat myself, how many times?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon gets so dizzy
It plummets head-first to earth
And waits there for the second coming.

[Silas Thorne]

Love those two, PrinceMyshkin! :)
and the Yeats and Coleridge from you too, firefangled!

[Pendragon]

Good fences make good neighbors,
Would mine should mend his wall...

[firefangled]

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
What I assume you shall assume,
and this makes an a.ss out of you and me.

[mmaria]

That you are master here I doubt;
To do your will, I don’t advice;
Only reflect! The hill is magic - what are you thinking about?
And if to show the path you choose a spice,
You must be ready for a surprise.

[Silas Thorne]

My soul is sick! O quickly burn
The harp I cannot bear to hear...